The opening ceremony for the 2012 Summer Olympics aired last night. I sat next to my father and watched the endearing, but messy, ceremony that introduced the world to this year's Summer games...
The opening ceremony, if you will, for my 5k in the Georgia Games* was much...simpler. It consisted of a 30 minute drive to Kennesaw with my coach, while listening to Percy Sledge. He didn't seem to be a fan of my music choice, but I was driving so his opinion held very little weight. Having said that, once we got to the course, I did everything he told me to: pinned my bib on the front of my shirt, stretch my calves, run for a minute to loosen my legs up, etc. Not at all to say I didn't sass him--not sure I could hold my sass/sarcasm back even if I wanted to. The race started and then it was done. We did an hour of driving for a race that took me less than 25 minutes to run. Gotta love a 5k.
My morning concluded with a good hour and a half of bjj. 40 minutes of which were spent rolling...needless to say, I got my ass handed to me for 40 minutes. And thanks to my new love for this wonderful sport, every minute I'm not rolling, I'm thinking about rolling...and what to wear when I do. That's right, gi time. I bought my first gi from my coach. It's black. My coach won Worlds in it. I feel like a ninja. The second gi I own is also black. It was ordered online, which is always kind of sketchy. The top fit perfectly after washing it once, but the pants seem like they were made for a man whose lower-half resembles a short inverted-pyramid--very wide at the hips and very short in the legs. Oh well. Two ninja suits are better than none.
*The Georgia Games are a series of sporting events put on by Georgia State. They're just like the Olympics, if the Olympics were small and kinda crappy and the athletes weren't as good and no one really cared
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